By now Damon has increased the amount of supplements he is putting in your food. He has kept in touch with your stepfather and he has told Damon to do whatever he wishes to you. He was impressed with how you went out on your own to get more tattoos, so Damon has just gone hogwild with you.
A week has past since you got your tattoos and the increased supplements has made you more of a man you never thought you'd be.
You wake up to the sub woofer in the living room vibrating the floor where your mattress with no linens is put. You stagger down the hall to the bathroom. You are very hung over, your 17 year old body doesn't handle Hennessey and Hypnotic that good...yet.
You start to piss in the toliet when you notice your penis is fatter than before. Looking down, you see a lot more hair in your pubic region. But your penis...limp it looks to be 7 inches in length and mighty thick...your foreskin makes it look bigger.
Looking at yourself in the mirror you look at your front tooth that was cracked in half a couple nights ago when you fought some guy who tried to jump you outside the liquor store. Your goatee it still thick but you decided to grow a thin line beard too. Noticing you need to shave to keep up the look, you need a beer, joint and cigarette right now.
Flexing your muscles in the mirror, you enjoy how you're looking...your whole body is much more pumped and covered in a very nice thick covering of brown hair. The tattoos on your chest aren't as visible as they were. Your upper back hair has thickened too.
You walk out into the living room, scratching your balls, nodding at Damon who is puffing on a blunt.
"Butch, man, you need to shower. How long have you been wearin' those boxers?"
You look down and see that they, indeed are flithy. You can see that they are stiff and stained from your semen and from the times you lost control of your bladder from being drunk.
It has been over a week since you have showered, but daily you put your gel deodorant through the thick manly hairs covering your armpits and spray Axe in your crotch to keep the smell from getting bad.
"Fuk dat man! I get to it, aight?" Your conversational skills have been reduced to ghetto, almost ebonic tone. "I wanna toke on dat j man, and fuk you by callin me Butch. Yo need to be callin me B-dawg from now on."
Damon nods and you sit on the couch next to him and get higher than a kite while watching BET. Damon tells you that you two are almost out of weed and to go back and get some more from where you two went.
You decide to jump in the shower, bathe, shave and get dressed. You dress in clean boxers, baggier PHAT pants, a jersey worn backwards, Timberlands, a do-rag and a baseball hat cocked to one side. Damon also surprised you with thick platinum chains and earrings that you wear proudly now.
You stilt to that side of town when...